Meanwhile, in the primeval forest of Divine Martial Mountain, Shen Haoran was walking along aimlessly. He glanced back from time to time, as if waiting for someone to appear.
"Are these guys idiots? I left such an obvious trail, how have they still not found me?" Shen Haoran grumbled, cursing at the empty path behind him. To lure out those bastards from Fallen Valley, he had deliberately left a clear trail along the way. However, after all this time, he hadn't seen a single soul from the group. Shen Haoran was now starting to seriously doubt their intelligence.
"Over there! Quickly!" Not long after Shen Haoran finished speaking, a clamor of voices erupted from the dense forest. A moment later, Elder Xue burst out with a group of people, completely surrounding Shen Haoran.
"Hmph! Go on and run, kid! I dare you to try and run faster!" a disciple from Fallen Valley cursed, pointing a finger at Shen Haoran while panting for breath.
